Addendum- August 21

That's Greg's desk. This is where, I'm assuming, all the magic happens. Beer books, huge binders filled with pages and pages of inventoried alcohol, a photo of what looks like the back of John Goodman puking and of course, a rolodex.

It's kind of like finding out Santa's workshop is actually a sweatshop in Indonesia.

WTF happened to my happy places?

They aren't working

Warning- dont read if you hate rants!

"Kelsey- you're desk is a mess"

"Are you fucking serious? None of this shit is mine- This empty binder labeled "LAYAWAY" nope- not mine. Do people still even do layaways? no- because they have credit cards.

"This broken necklace with beads all over the god damned place? never seen it before in my life

"Saudi Embassy paraphenelia? get it outta here

"3 Empty cups of coffee? ok those are probs mine

"Hoover's Handbook of American Business? HA! as if"


Working blows.

Hey look! I'm blogging!

My new thing is browsing reader posts. Who are these people who respond to articles and blogs and whatever they find that they can possibly respond to? Here's a gem from Darlene, who was responding to a blurb about Jennifer Hudson's new album cover.

"Darlene T - Thu Jul 10, 2008 9:47pm PDT
it's not polite to talk about anyone. cause one day that person might show you and the world. what she or he can really do. i use to get talked about. but it ain't nobody business what i did. but it's gonna shock the entire world."

I'm both terrified and intrigued.

Hey- I also found this:
http://www.tmz.com/2008/07/11/playboy-to-olive-garden-show-me-ya-breadsticks/

ok, bye!

We've reached a whole new level of creepy

Not all of us can stick to our resolutions

Squirrels dont taste as good as donuts...but beggars can't be choosers.



She loves Donuts too much for real.

Um, No Thank You.

For some reason, and I'm no ethnocentrist, I would not trust either of these yahoos to be my spaceship captain on a weeklong vacation to outer space. Maybe it has something to do with the fact they arent "scientists" or maybe it has something to do with the sideburns. Hard to tell.

I feel Richard Branson could somehow turn a groundbreaking paradigm shift in space travel into spring break in Cancun.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/01/23/science/space/23cnd-spaceship.html?em&ex=1201410000&en=b7bf879b6c9f1963&ei=5087%0A

Things I Found on my Computer at Work- Part II

Who doesn't love a crotch shot? Apparently not the person who used to have this job.

Favorite location? I couldn't decide between wetlands and Las Vegas

Click here to create your own painting.

I found a website that creates a painting based on your personality and mood...

Mine looks like something that belongs in the continental breakfast room at a hotel in Vero Beach, Florida.

To Pay Homage to This Wintry Mix Thursday...

Is to find out a little more about Footie Pajamas.




(Also- I dont know that kid, I'll admit it. Please dont have me arrested. Also- If you google "footie pajamas" on flickr, you will discover a disturbing number of adults posing in them. Totally gross) (aside- It is true Annie, that one can google something when not using Google. That should sufficiently blow your minds for a little while)


Know what? just go here-

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blanket_sleeper

Ever wondered what I look like at work?

This mostly.

Also- Note to selves...don't hire me. I'm mostly only good for drinking coffee and learning how to use the self-timer button on my boss' digital camera.

Oh What Tangled Webs We Weave

Ok, now you've really done it. It's the last week of Edward Hopper at the National Gallery and you still haven't gone. Please my lovlies- go forth and get your culture on, for you know whatever cycle marathon of Americas Next Top Model is keeping you from leaving your house will probably be repeated everyday for the next two weeks anyways.

2008- Year in Review (thus far)

Fourth day and boy oh boy, 2008 is flying by! Sure this entry may seem a bit premature but I took a bit of a blogcation to clear this old head of mine. But now I'm back and ready to roar with this very special year-in-review blogisode.

1. Started the new year off right with an especially sun-tanned Dick Clark countdown, sloppy champagne toast, ferocious dance party and, as is New Years tradition, a minor altercation involving 14 pairs of slippers and a digital photo frame.

2. Jan One I spent traveling back to DC via train with a killer hangover. Greg slept and I kept entertained by trying not to kill the guy talking real loud on his cell phone behind me.

3. Um wow, almost forgot the best part. I got me a cat! Ana and Scott...surrogate parents at large...gave me PJ Winkleman because I won him fair and square in a game of Texas Hold 'Em. However, I'm experiencing slight post partum depression as it is impossible not to remember what life was like before I had some feline peeing in my bed.

(and that's not actually Master Pee...thats a stock photo of some other cat)

4. I saw No Country for Old Men. I will sum this film up in four points. (Sans spoliers)

a. blood, blood, blood, guns, door lock exploder, blood.

b. dead animal count: dogs- 2 cats- 0

c. Javier Bardem

d. cherry coke (better than I remember)